The (Very) Silent Majority

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The (Very) Silent Majority

They are the great majority, we’re told;
No need to worry – they are on our side.
They’re all contented sheep within the fold;
No wolf amongst them wears a woolly hide.
And all the men who’ve made such claims have lied,
And still about these peaceful lambs they lie.
By all, such allegations are denied.
(Although there’s evidence one can’t deny.)
So innocents who walk the streets will die,
And few amongst this flock will say a word.
Their shrouded shepherds they will not defy;
They will not bleat – no protest will be heard.
They tell us they are all opposed to hate;
And yet, this virtue, seldom demonstrate.

No Threat

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No Threat

They argue: “What was his design?”
It wasn’t me, or one of mine.
That most are harmless – quite benign.
It wasn’t me, or one of mine.
It’s far away; I’d say I’m fine.
It wasn’t me, or one of mine.
I pour another glass of wine.
It wasn’t me or one of mine.

Melbourne Terror Attack

Islam

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Australian poet, Islamic infiltration, Islamization, Jihadists, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Swedish Islamic terror

It’s bringing great joy to the world
Wherever its flag is unfurled.
In Europe it’s breedin’,
That’s why up in Sweden
Grenades almost daily are hurled.

Swedish Crime Wave

The Faithful

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We must give Islamists their due.
With faith in the West there are few.
To Allah they pray;
They believe – so I’d say,
At least to their lies they are true.

Au revoir

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Australian poet, Decay of France, Islamic infiltration, Islamization, Jihadists, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Before it’s too late visit France.
As Islam and chaos advance,
It quickly decays;
Come, spend a few days,
Before riots replace romance.

See No Evil

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Australian poet, Barbarians, Islamization, Jihadists, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, The Huns, Willful blindness

Tell me: “Why is your forehead so damp?”
“Well, the Huns are encircling the camp –
Consequently I sweat.”
“Oh we’ve lots of time yet –
So stop worrying – snuff out the lamp.”

What’s in a Name?

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Australian poet, ISIS, Islamic infiltration, Islamic State, Islamization, Jihadists, poem, poetry, Sayfullo Saipov

His name it means “The Sword of Allah.”
His neighbours say he always smiled.
It’s no surprise they were beguiled;
He seemed like such a lovely fella.

Bleat and Bear it!

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Light candles and shed a few tears.
Make light of your worries and fears.
The wolf he is safe in the fold.
Sure, some sheep will never grow old,
But virtues the wolf has, my dears.

It’s hard when another lamb dies,
But pull the wool over your eyes.
The wolf we can never defeat.
(It may help to cower and bleat.)
Pay no heed to loud vengeful cries.

The wolf you may think is a curse,
But without him we’d be less diverse.
He’s the sword that will assuage our guilt;
We must suffer, but we’ll never wilt.
(And that fiend, Donald Trump, is much worse.)

Moderately Dangerous

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Australian poet, ISIS, Islamic infiltration, Islamization, Jihadists, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Moderate Islam, poem, poetry

Come close – there’s no reason to fear.
I’ll whisper wise words in your ear:
The jihad is violent.
The Imams are silent.
We moderates bring up the rear.

Creeping Normality

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Australian poet, Boiling Frogs, Creeping normality, ISIS, Islamization, Jihadists, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, London Bridge attacks, London Islamic terrorist attack 2017, poem, poetry

Have fun at the concert my dear.
Don’t take any drugs – don’t drink beer.
Be careful my sweet
When you’re crossing the street,
And look out for terrorists – hear?